Jim Goad: An Evil Virus Called Populism

On my way back from the inauguration, I stopped to take a picture in front of the house I grew up in outside Philly. The people in this neighborhood don’t give a soaring fuck about your tranny bathrooms and your crocodile tears for Muslim refugees and illegal immigrants, nor do they want to hear a single word about how uber-wealthy parlor pinks at The Nation understand what’s in their best interests—they just want to work an honest job, take care of their kids, and eat a couple Italian hoagies while watching yet another Super Bowl where the Eagles won’t be playing. (…)

There was only one political lawn sign on my old block when I visited this time—a Trump sign. This neighborhood used to consist of all working-class white Democrats, but this was before the Dems tossed both the “working-class” and the “white” planks from their platform. Trump became the first Republican to carry my home state since 1988.